Meet a New New Yorker
I don't have time to go through all the details, since caring for a newborn is a 24-hour-a-day job, but here's the gist of it.
I was at work last Wednesday when Jenn called. She told me to grab our bags from home and meet me at the hospital. Bags in hand, I reported to St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital at about 3:30 p.m. I met her in a delivery room on the 12th floor and we hung out together and listened to classical music on a portable radio I brought as her contractions came along. Neither of us got much sleep.
Zachary was born after a brief natural delivery the following morning. Jenn was very brave and did a great job, and Zachary is in excellent health. Jenn's been a great mother for nine months already and is continuing to be a great mother. The three of us spent Thanksgiving day in a recovery room with a nice view of Midtown Manhattan. I wasn't allowed to spend the night in the recovery room, so I went home to Brooklyn for the night.
The following morning (Friday) I went back to the hospital. By late afternoon we were discharged, and Jenn's mom gave us a ride home to Brooklyn. I've taken a few days off work and we've been doing our best to get adjusted to our new baby's feeding and sleeping habits, which has meant that our own feeding and sleeping habits have had to change quite a bit. Several people have come to visit, including my parents, which was great. I'm sure they're quite fond of Zachary. They brought big boxes of baby supplies they purchased at Costco in Virginia.
I'm feeling pretty woozy from lack of sleep, but we are both overjoyed that we have such a great new son. Welcome to the world, Zachary. I look forward to showing you around.
More when time allows.